Chapter 29
ANYTHING YOU WANT
Killian
The scent of alcohol, old sweat, and cigarettes floated from the man lying on the couch, his chest rattling with every breath. A nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s perched on the edge of the coffee table, a can of beer tipped over on the ground.
Crimson stained the rag draped over the arm of the couch. He’d used it to wipe his knuckles after he'd split them.
After he’d split them on my mother’s face.
My fingers curled around the hilt of the kitchen knife, my teeth grinding as fury hemorrhaged through my veins.
I wanted to kill the bastard. He deserved to die.
Jonathan Briggs was a waste of space whose only ambition was to get drunk and cause my mother and me as much pain as possible.
No more. I couldn’t take any more.
He wasn’t always such an evil stain. I had a few early memories of us as a happy family, but all that crumbled when he let his gambling addiction take hold, and then the drugs and alcohol came. The monster on the couch was an ugly, distorted shell of the man he once was.
His lids slowly opened, revealing bloodshot, muddy brown eyes. His gaze ran over me, taking in the knife.
“Are you going to kill me, Killian?” He smirked and brushed dark strands of hair from his sallow, sweaty face. “You don’t have the balls, little boy.”
“I’m not a little boy.” When I turned eleven a few months ago, I had a growth spurt, but he still towered over me. “I’ll kill you if you hurt my mom again.”
He reached for the bottle of liquor, taking a swig. “She’s a brainless idiot who can’t do anything right. How will she ever learn if I don’t correct her mistakes?”
My grip tightened on the handle. “You’re the mistake.”
His rough laugh thundered against my skull. “Actually, you’re the mistake, Killian.” He swung his legs to the floor and struggled into a sitting position. “Everything was perfect until you came along. You took everything, latching onto her like a little leech, sucking us dry. We never wanted you.”
“Liar!” Unshed tears burned in my eyes as invisible hands squeezed my throat. “My mom loves me.”
“Does she?” He grabbed a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and put it to his peeling lips. “If she loves you so much, why does she let me hit you?”
She didn’t have a choice. When she tried to stand in his way, it only ended with another bruise.
I stepped forward, my hand trembling as I lifted the knife. “Leave her alone. I mean it. I will kill you.”
He moved faster than expected for someone passed out drunk a few moments ago, grabbing my shirt and yanking me forward.
“I don’t take orders from anyone, especially spoiled little brats.” His breath reeked, making me gag, and the knife slipped from my sweaty hand. “Since you think you’re so big and bad, let’s see how you do in a real fight. Think you’ll win?”
My eyes snapped open, my chest heaving and heart slamming against my ribs. It took a minute for the cream and gold interior of Stan’s jet to register. I breathed deeply, trying to rid myself of the horrific childhood memories.
That night, Jonathan let me land a punch to his face, and then he proceeded to beat the piss out of me. When my mother woke up in the morning—completely exhausted from working the nightshift—and saw the black and blue bruises all over me, she hit him on the head with his empty liquor bottle.
He retaliated a few days later and broke her arm.
A few days after that, he died.
Stan had never so much as looked at my mother in anger. They occasionally argued, but it was always calm, and no one even raised their voice. They always made up, and she’d laugh at some stupid joke he told.
I couldn’t let anyone take that happiness away from my mother. We’d both been powerless back then, and after living a nightmare for so long, she deserved a fairytale.
Lexi stirred beside me, her blue eyes slowly opening. The longer she stared up at me, the more her brow furrowed. “You still have nightmares?”
Of course she’d remember my nightmares, just like I remembered her claustrophobia. I’d dosed her champagne with a sleeping pill while she wasn’t looking so she could spend most of the flight blissfully asleep instead of in a ball of nerves and fear.
Her little hand stroked my arm, right over my serpent and dagger tattoo, sending tingles through my body. “Want to talk about it? That always made you feel better.”
Talking about it never made me feel better. That was only a ruse to get her to run her fingers through my hair or rub my back while I dropped a few details of the nightmares.
What I wouldn’t give to have Lexi do the same right now. It had been years since anyone had comforted me afterward. But if I fell back into my old ways with her, the pain would kill me when she inevitably betrayed me again.
“Don’t pretend like you care about me, Lexi.” I shot to my feet and dragged a trembling hand through my hair. “Maybe you never did. You just wanted someone to share your misery.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You know that’s not true.”
“Close your mouth, Red, unless you want me to put something in it.”
This whole thing started with me tormenting her. I wanted Lexi to crave me as badly as I used to crave her. And then I’d destroy her when I tossed her away like trash.
A dark voice—maybe my inner beast’s—laughed. He knew I was full of lies.
I shook him off and leaned over her. “You’re not dealing with that pathetic little kid anymore. You’re dealing with a monster now.”
She shivered, not all of it from fear. Part of her liked this version of me.
I lifted the armrests on my chair, grabbed her legs, and swung them so they stretched over my seat. Lexi’s gasp had my dick throbbing.
“What the hell are you doing?” she screeched.
A devilish smile curved my lips. “You’ve been a relatively good girl, probably because you were unconscious most of the time, but still, I’m a man of my word.” I gripped the back of her knees and yanked her down until her ass neared the seat’s edge. “I’m going to let you come in my mouth.”
Her breath hitched, and her gaze snapped to the door where the flight attendant had disappeared through earlier. “Don’t, Killian! Someone could just walk in and see—”
“Let them.” I lowered over her, wrapping my fingers around her throat. “I will fucking tie you up if I have to, Red. Don’t think I didn’t bring an assortment of toys.”
Fire flared in her irises. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.” I nibbled her bottom lip. “Something tells me you’d enjoy that.”
She sputtered a few times but shut up when I dragged her shorts and underwear to her ankles and then tossed them aside. A deep flush spread up her chest and into her face as I explored her bare cunt, glistening with arousal.
My cock strained against my jeans at the sight of her, and my mouth watered. I needed to taste her like I needed my next breath.
“Mmm, already wet.” I fell to my knees, draped her legs over my shoulders, and parted her creamy thighs. “Such a good girl, Red. Keep it up, and I’ll reward you even more later.”
“Killian, I don’t think now is the time to—”
Her words dried up the moment I ran my tongue over her dripping pussy. Oh fuck. She tasted like vanilla and sex. Even better than she had on my finger. Her long moan sent a burst of satisfaction through my chest.
Lexi was about to find out just how good my mouth was.
After lavishing her with my tongue, lapping up her sweetness, I sucked her clit and thrust a finger inside. She whimpered and arched her pelvis, rubbing my face against her heat.
“Killian, oh shit! D-Don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping until she screamed while she came. My hand rested on her stomach, and I pressed down to keep her in place while I sucked, licked, and fucked her with my tongue and fingers.
Plenty of women had moaned and screamed at my touch, but those sounds erupting out of Lexi made me feel like a damn sex god.
Maybe I was her sex god.
“Do you like me between your legs, Red? Will you open them for my mouth whenever I want?”
Lexi’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling so hard my scalp burned. “Yes, please. Anything you want, Kill.”
She’d regret those words.
A grin split my lips. No hesitation. Red didn’t even try to fight me on this. She couldn’t. She’d lost the battle with the desire pouring through her veins.
Lexi Vega wanted me. And soon, she’d be a fucking addict.
Her thighs squeezed my head as her hips rocked, loud moans tumbling from her. She was apparently past caring. The staff definitely heard her, but Bass borrowed the jet all the time, so they were used to it.
As Lexi grew closer to her release, she trembled and her breaths became frantic. Tremors rippled through her, and her pussy clamped down on my fingers as I sucked and nibbled her clit.
When her orgasm exploded, she screamed my name, her back arching off the seat.
My head swam, blood on fire. How would I ever forget the sound of my name tearing from her lips as she came on my tongue?
Once Lexi was finished, I wiped her arousal off my face and emerged from between her legs, looming over her like a menace. She gazed up at me with half-lidded eyes, crimson cheeks, and wild hair.
The sight of her so disheveled sent flames down my chest, right to my dick. My jeans were so fucking tight, I longed to shred them off. The urge to bury myself in her warm, wet pussy crashed over me like a tempest strong enough to destroy the world.
But when I peered out the window, a string of curses burst from my clenched teeth. There wasn’t enough time. We would be landing soon.
I couldn’t walk away without a release, though. Not again. It was literally painful.
Without a word, I unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, and stroked it as I leaned over her. If I were a gentleman, I would have gone to the bathroom. But I was an asshole.
Plus, I couldn’t bear to walk away while she looked so satiated and spent because of me. Her salty-sweet taste still lingered in my mouth.
Lexi didn’t shy away either. She watched me pleasure myself while images of fucking her sped through my mind.
Was she fantasizing about the same thing? My cock deep inside her pussy, pumping in and out while she pleaded for me to go deeper? Harder?
My breaths came in heavy pants, and I groaned as electrical currents raced from the base of my neck all the way to the tip of my pulsing length. My climax neared, edging closer with each stroke.
Lexi’s eyes widened when my movements became erratic, rough even, and I cursed as my orgasm hit.
“Fuck!”
And then I lowered over her, spilling onto her bare stomach, painting her delicate, beautiful flesh with my cum. Her soft gasp and the way she watched me drew the pleasure out even longer.
I couldn’t even be embarrassed for what I just did. The lust invading every inch of my body wouldn’t allow it.
“That’s my good girl.” I tucked myself back into my jeans and leaned over her until our noses touched. “You’re lucky we’re about to land.”
She wet her lips, brushing them against mine when she spoke. “Why is that?”
I grabbed her jaw and thrust my tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself. “Because if we weren’t, I’d be fucking you right now, Red.”
A shudder ran through Lexi’s half-naked body. “And you think I’d let you?”
“It’s going to happen.” I sucked on her tongue. “Sooner rather than later.”